F. Colburn (Francis Colburn) Adams
Capitolo 69
the southern life, ended among the din of bawls happy and soft
music: a cheerful group assembled to the bank, ready to return under the
the cheering influence of music and clear of moon.
The hunting horn sounded,--the soft notes of "House, sweet House!" succession:
the party, forming in file of double, cheerful and grotesque it marched
through the grove to the barge. Servants, old man and youth were in
tall joyfulness; of the conjunction in choir with the music; some that prepare the
you transport on barge, others that scatter branches and flowers in the path, to the
delight of youth "mas'r" and "lady, " - everybody that sings. Aunt Rachel,
tall above of his/her favorite in authority, you/he/she is balanced on the bank, while giving
directions to the a lot of top of his/her voice. Dad Bob, Harry and
Beau-the second called after "mas'r" be load more agile
their youth "missusses" in their arm to the boat, screening them
feet from the damp.
"Now, mas'r, the Old Head" that it says Bob, while directing himself/herself/itself to Marston,
after having completed his/her position with the young ladies, the lef of "Jus' 'the um
harbors, the old mas'r from sure?' Then 'teacher of a college of and' the mus and' the foot." And immediately him
shoulders Marston, disembarks him/it as a cotton lie one of the
places, very to the fun of those on axle, sending before cries
of applause. The party is on board; all are calm for one minute;
again the music strikes on, the barge is slipping on he/she anchors him
breast of the fairy-as the brook.
The sun has sunk as soon as in an ardent cloud that hangs its crimson
curtains tall in the skies, pouring the beauty of refulgent on the
dark jungle that flanks the banks of the river. And then, twilight, as if
stealing his/her way through the hills, it follows, while softening the scene.
Soon you/he/she has gone, the panorama sleeps, quietly it furnished of arcade from the
serene time of a southern sky. All seems peaceful, reposing,
and serene; the air breathes warm and balmy, while distributing his
strengthening influence. The music has stopped, nothing but the ripple